A one-night stand? A fucking fling? No, he wanted her. He wanted to find her and thank her for shaking him awake, for tearing off the grim cloak of darkness he’s worn for the last seven goddamn years.
He held a shooting star in his arms for one night. Searing, the feeling so intense he’d do anything to keep it, but before he could, it burned out completely.
He misses her. And the peace she gave him.
Still, it’s better she left.